caricature of my heart
remind me how i fell apart
you are shriveled and black in appearance
i lack love and as well perseverance
i just restrict myself to a place on the shelf
and watch as the roots keep me held
what can i say?
i'm just wasting days and smoking all my guilt away
it's all i've got
ashing holes through my brain
driving ones i love away
and becoming someone i'm not
will someone come for me?
i'll wait under the apple tree
in my backyard
and you could hang me up
or lay around
and remember when we weren't so down
it's a starry night
and your face looks so nice in the moonlight
i want you next to me so urgently
but i'm too far gone to do anything
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017